# warning discussions of mental health an only-partially true tale via robert what this evening my favorite person in the whole world was suffering so much from the stress of work they bawled and begged me to end ir life for ir they was freaking out hard and ir mental health rapidly fell into tatters in the course of mere minutes - literally spiralling out of control it took an hour of solid patience and soothing to bring ir down from ir total state of panic so many people here in the uk just aren't coping from the stress of work; they're out here right now in the dark - crying out with the pain of daily workday existence there are so many for whom the mere threat of another 24 hours at work appear a psychological and existential torture beyond words if only if only i were rich enough to take ir pain and worry away to grant ir permanent freedom from all work; my heart gets crushed ever day as i see ir literally slave away at ir desk in front of that goddamn computer and lousy 1080p screen day in and out all week and even at the weekends all it seems they does is check emails and reply to random company droids and manchild assholes; what a cursed and terminally boring non-existence i'm starting to fade fast myself - my arm is hurting still and my eyelids feel like lead; i've let work get to me many times before and now this intene shoulder pain is my natural reward ey's off to london tomorrow at 7am for some bs conference and my god i hope ey's going to be alright; i literally cannot live without ir; they is my only star my help my love my friend my guide in the total empty darkness of this tawdry backwater life these sure are some dark lonely and profoundly miserable days - please prey for us dear fellow travellers aum mani padme hum **//** 02:06 so cold in the flat i woke up shivering - am sitting here with a tshirt a shirt two fleeces a hat and a mug of foul coffee once again our flat is proud to showcase what i term it's 'sucking crypt cold'; despite our bs 'd' energy rating the flat is far closer 'g-' and landlords should be forced by law to try in live in ir own property dumps for a solid year; there is no comfort or cosiness to be had here - only the sense you've arrived at a total dead end without hope. may i find the strength to escape from this utter dump rlock renting and flock all lords o' teh land **//** 10:46 had a bad hypo walking my love to the station - all the lights of the city looked dreamlike and alien it was so bitterly cold outside but i was still sweating in my low-energy attack mode panic after seeing ir off on ir cosmically pointless corporate journey i managed to get a small vanilla latte and a slice of raspberry shortcake from a little cafe in the wall i had to ask two of the guards look out for me as i was diabetic and thankfully they said no problem one guard said oh yeah they'd seen that before i drank the coffee and ate my snack and twenty minutes my internal energy systems had stabilised enough for me to continue with my day - i thanked the two guards for all ir help (sincerely thanks fellas) and got the bus back into town back home i had a hot shower for my shoulder pain and left a message with my one true love to say i'd arrived back safely the day so far is silent and still with nothing to report; i'm brewing another coffee and plan to update the field notes // republic of bob